feeling better

There is nothing like a chicken soup to heal the soul. In this case, it wasn't chicken soup, it was strawberries. After a huge bowl full, Josh became an eating machine. Mozzarella cheese sticks, soup, chocolate pound cake, more strawberries, ginger ale...not the best foods mind you, but he ate...and ate...and ate some more.

Then we hit the swings. In his pajamas. It was a cool breezy evening, perfect for swinging and playing tag.

All better.